Prologue

The sky hung blood red

Over that field of the dead

A titan had fallen darkness consumed

The light came next as the soldiers swooned

A lone benevolent God sat above

In his throne of stars, he sent down a dove

This offering was rejected

And by his creation, he was neglected

So he cursed his spawn

light returned and a new day dawned

From this scourge, children of light were born

Wrapped in the sins of that day left to mourn

~Erling the conqueror 7th King of Obsidius